Happy Monday! Hope you’ve had a great start of the day and the week. I’ve finally had some time to catch up with blogging. And as ambitious as always, I thought I would be able to blog every single day this month knowing that September was going to be crazily and insanely busy. So here you go, a Day 16-18 o BEDS. Hope you’ll continue reading till the end to find out one very exciting news. Also, fall is around the corner and I’m so excited since it’s my favorite season with lots of cuddles and cozy layers. I still have lots of photos to share from my Hawaii trip last month, so hopefully, I’ll get a few up before fall is in its full swing. So please check back every day!
For today’s blog post, I’m sharing with you one topic that I’ve been wanting to blog about since forever. It’s the topic about HOME.
I googled ‘home is where the heart is’, and this was what showed up.
It is a proverb. A proverb is “a short pithy saying in general use, stating a general truth or piece of advice.” However, as it’s said and used so often, the topic of ‘home’ is and will always be a cliché one to discuss. But don’t you agree that ‘home will always be the place for which you feel the deepest affection, no matter where you are”? Home is not a place. Home is not a house. It is not a city. It is not a country. Home is not a physical thing but is a state of mind.
Last year, on our road trip down to Chicago. I said this to a friend. He drove all the way from Missouri where he was living at the time to Minnesota to pick me up. And the plan was so last minute and wouldn’t think he would be crazy enough to even make it happen. And he did it. We drove down to Chicago where we first met 2 years before. We talked the entire time. 6 hours of driving wasn’t too bad. I remembered telling him that home to me wasn’t a place, but to me, it was a person. And I hadn’t found ‘home’. Minnesota wasn’t my home. And you know what? He confirmed that he felt the same thing that home was in a person. And you know what else? We decided to make this long-distance friendship thing a bit more special. And ever since, I think I’ve found ‘home’.
That was my story on the topic of home.
What does home mean to you? And have you found one? Comment below.
These photos were shot by my boyfriend when fall was at its peak last year in Minnesota. It was a week after our Chicago trip. He made another 6-hour drive to Minnesota and spent a week there with me. If you live in the Twin Cities area, definitely make out to this cliff in St. Paul. It’s at the ‘Shadow Falls Park,’ located right by the University of St. Thomas campus.
I had the exact same black hair last year (as seen in these photos) and this year, except that it is much shorter now. I’ve had it cut short, blunt or layered with the chin length to shoulder length of all sorts. I’ve bleached my hair multiple times in an effort of hoping it will get platinum or turn ashy blonde at one point. With all that effort of ‘damaging my hair,’ I got to the point that I said ‘ok, I’m going back to black! I’m done with the experimenting.’ Throughout the years, as you can easily tell by scrolling through my old photos years ago, you’ve probably noticed me with so many different hair styles and lengths. Haircut and styles are temporary since hair does grow back. It’s like how we get up and get dressed for the day. We put on makeup. We style certain clothes, shoes, accessories, do our hair and makeup to put on ‘the look of the day.’ Whether it’s for school or work, we try to look presentable and appropriate for the occasion. Or sometimes we just don’t care what or how we look. And it’s all okay. My point here is that we all try to put on a ‘look’ every day when we get up, and at the end of the day we take it all off. We take off clothes, remove makeup, shower everything off. At the end of the day, we’re on our own, surrounded by our own thoughts.
In case you don’t know this about me, I had been living in Minnesota for the past 7 years. I was actually born and raised in Vietnam and moved to the States when I was 19. I often say that the fact that ‘I haven’t found ‘home’ yet!’ to my mom and lots of my friends in Minnesota. Or at least that’s how I have always felt so. Mom would yell and told me my home was in Vietnam and nowhere else. And even with years of living in Minnesota with my relatives, aunts, uncles, and cousins, they treated and made me feel ‘like home.’ I’ve made so many amazing friends in Minnesota. I do have a lot of supportive and strong friend groups. Coworkers are great! But deep down in me, especially at the end of the day, every day, I have dreamed of moving out, leaving, and going somewhere else, to find what my home is and will be.
My hair journey:
Just like my hair story told above, I used it as an example of how I wanted ‘CHANGE’ so bad.
And you know what? The CHANGE that I was yearning for, for the past years, was that I got to MOVE OUT OF MINNESOTA, going to live in a bigger city, West coast would be nice. Ultimately, I want to make New York my home. I know saying this is a little too ambitious. But I will work for it. I know for the fact that that is where I want to be.
Vietnam was my home.
Minnesota was my home. (And I know I don’t say or show this as often, but Minnesota will always be in my heart!)
But for now, Seattle is my home!
You’ve heard it right! I’ve officially moved to Seattle.
(And that’s the reason why I couldn’t be able to blog or get on my laptop the past 2 days. )
I’ve been unpacking and shopping (with my boyfriend, of course) to start making our little apartment space our home. I’m excited for this new chapter of life. And I’m currently looking for jobs as well. So I need a job asap since living here is expensive! But I’ve never been more READY. I’m ready for whatever comes my way. I’m unsure about what will come tomorrow. But I’m beyond excited. I FEEL RIGHT AND FREE. That’s all that matters, don’t you agree? And you sure will see a lot of exciting things shared here on my blog. I also would like to thank you for reading this again and being a part of this journey with me.
See you tomorrow!
stay inspired | as always